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Tytuł: Recipe

  • Wykonawca: Mack 10
  • Wy¶wietleń: 289
[Mack 10 talking]
  Yo, Mack 10, with just a few of the Hoo Bangin affiliates.
  CJ Mac, Binky Mac, Boo Kapone, and the homie Techniec.
  
  [Mack 10]
  Now here we go, it's the show stopper, noodle knocker
  Gung ho, 1-O fo sho the door clocker
  I keep it rough with that red or blue shit
  Hoo Bang crew shit, Recipe new shit
  It's off the hinges, and my friends is
  Rollin, twelve cylinder Benz's with the chrome 20 inches
  So fuck all the haters and the non believers
  Punk niggas and bitches, hood rats and divas
  Now platinum's automatic gangsta rap fanatic
  No static shit with the radio and watch em add it
  Hoo Bang affiliates in that ass like a thorn
  What's your favorite song? Don't hate, sing along
  I'm blindin niggas slowly with the iced out rolly
  Leave your shirt holy with the glock pistol-ly
  So, hang around for the go down
  Hip-hop classic bound as I clown, house to town
  And have it my way, jewlery parvay
  Mack 10 got your hottie hot as the Mojave
  Want the Recipe? Then you fellas best to be
  Down to push a key and chip a nigga for me
  
  [Techniec]
  No bustas, no peace
  Rock the black fleece, Techniec
  In the gray off Caprice, dogs stay off the leash
  Peep this, my click's nothing but heat bitch
  Kick flows, stay on your toes, stay away from hoes
  I know bitches that turn you on and turn on you
  Kiss the hook ass nigga, pull a burn on you
  That ain't the way I do thangs I Hoo Bang
  So more niggas, more bigger, more heat, ready to blow triggers
  Show niggas, Recipes, hoes, guns and funds
  Blowfish, big tits, dubs and hunds
  With nothin but redrumin when the heat start hummin
  Empty the tech nina till these niggas stop comin
  Young innovative, Long Beach native
  This holocaust bust off and make it demostrative
  You niggas don't want test me
  Dynamic on my right connect to the left of me
  Form the Recipe
  
  [Hook:] X 2
  If you ain't in this for the money what you in it for?
  We got the Recipe, best to be, in it for the dough!
  
  [Binky Mac]
  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
  Gettin closer to God tryin to clutch what I can't touch
  Time to get paper in the wind like a caper
  Hoo Bangin affiliate, niggas it's gonna take ya
  Flossy ass Rolex that's iced to the sickle
  Bitches up on the pickle since the bank roll tripled
  Now nigga what? When you see Binky Mac, throw it up!
  Most underrated nigga that's hated, now give it up
  
  [Boo Kapone]
  I ride for connect gang, die for connect gang
  Throw up spot slang, watch and let my nuts hang
  Down with the 1-O, meet me in the jungle
  Fly, gettin high by the motherfuckin tunnel
  A sick ass nigga, that's how I gotta be
  Smack my Bitch Up, like my name was Prodigy
  Two glocks, four fifths and ak's
  Cut off khakis, house shoes and murder braids
  I stay flamed up, never been tamed up
  My little homie died last year, I hit his name up
  For the 99 I'm yellin redrum
  Quick to hit you up with two fingers and a thumb
  I smash fools cuz cash rules, like Castro
  You want these fuckin slugs fast or slow, hoe?
  Oh, I got the 44 for all y'all BJ been day hoes
  Get wet up with the dress oh fo sho
  
  [Hook] X 4
  
  [CJ Mac]
  Motherfuckers better know, want LA, you must see me
  Fuck the niggas frontin on tv
  City locked, got the key to the streets baby
  Better know who to greet 'fore you creep baby
  Hear me talkin bout gangbang niggas sport red and blue
  Like a missle pierce stomach tissue
  Top 20 motherfucker you, make a nigga wanna muzzle you
  We kidnap for snaps, big hitter big stacks
  Pool hall nigga made good
  Gangbang nigga got rich and stayed hood
  Dome shots, playa, you play about domein me
  Jumpin on the knee, it's too late, you're shot, plow!
  Fuck around and get your channel changed
  Handle thangs with the German
  Hit the sherm-an
  Leave em squirm-an
  C Mac, twista get rich
  Ain't nobody gon snitch, we's Hoo Bangas bitch
  Check this style playa, check this technique
  Check the way I ride or walk playa
  Check the way I ride or speak
  I stay suited and booted, bandannaed and tatted
  Cris don mowed up, Mac don blowed up, got em sewed up
  Nigga who bangin? Who's sangin?
  All this cheddar round me, niggas think I'm through bangin
  But nah, Hoo Ridas bust straps and love dough
  If you ain't in this for the cheddar what you in this for?
  You know?
  
  [Hook] X 4